Her gaze is concentrated on my length and I let out a pained sound when I start stroking it. She doesn’t need to watch this. Doesn’t need to see me when I’m like this.
“Look away, Lyla,” I groan. “Because I can’t control myself, little ballerina. Not even for you.”
“Then don’t,” she breathes, “and I don’t want to look away.” She refuses and I grow even bigger, thicker and throbbing under her gaze, fearing that I soon recklessly will explode. Fuck, I feel like I am her puppet when she is acting like this.
She doesn’t even know it but by simply pulling on my strings she pretty much has the worst mobster this town has ever seen under her control. I pump myself harder, cursing between my teeth when her skin starts sparkling with perspiration, her mouth turning wet and ready and fuck...
Her pussy looks like its blooming before me.
I groan, my chest feeling too small for my heart and I watch her through hooded eyes. Her movements are more rapid, whipping and I let out a bellow when I realize that she’s moving in tact with my jerks.
The little ballerina is going to make me paint my walls white and I squeeze the corner of my eyes, grinding my teeth and I’m close to spilling when Lyla lets out a thick, distressed pant. My blurry gaze flares to her and she swishes across the floor. I watch on in shock, too stunned to stop her when she jumps into my lap and stabs herself on my cock.
“Ahhh...”
A beautiful cry mixed with need and pain crosses her lips as her upper body arches back in alarm at the unfamiliar sensation and I panic. Fuck, she hurt herself. She hurt herself because of me. I should pull away, let her free... she lets out a choked whimper, her head falling towards my shoulder and she starts shaking.
Her body is in distress, pinned on me and she just forcefully stretched herself. My body trembles with hers, the sensation of her around me, pulling on my sanity.
“Why so impatient?” I whisper as my shaft pushes at her tightness and the feel of her is agonizing. Pure torment. “Hm?” I stroke a trembling hand over her head and she lets out a quick sob, desperate for me to both fuss over her and fuck her. “You didn’t even let me finger you or lick you...”
I could have made it good for her, made it easy for her to accept me. Instead she is going to have to be forced to take me like this.
“Alec...” she whimpers, making my heart strain out of sympathy for her. “I thought I could take you but I can’t. I don’t know w...why I did it. I just w...wanted you.”
She wanted me to come in her. Didn’t want to see what belongs to her go to waste and my chest swells. She risked the comfort of an innocent pussy just to spear it on my engorged cock.
“Alec...” she stutters again, lifting her head from my shoulder. “Can you help? Can you make it better? P...please, it’s too much like this.”
“I’ll make it better,” I promise, “Close those pretty eyes and trust me.” All she needs is to give herself over to me, trust that she is safe in my hands.
Nodding without questioning me, she closes her eyes or more like squeezes them and I start thumbing her little clit in circular motions, going clockwise. She pants, gasping as if stunned at the tremors my touch gives her body.
I want to pound my chest with my fists in satisfaction when she starts easing around me and I can tell she’s feeling less pinned because she carefully rocks against me. She’s just testing it, still careful and I want to chuckle out of tenderness for her but instead I cup my mouth over hers.
Our tongues attach like magnets and I kiss her so hard our lips turn numb. She tastes sweeter to me than honey and milk, overflowing me with her saccharinity until my whole world starts twisting and gyrating, accommodating to that she is its new focus.
Flicking her swollen bud, I moan in encouragement when she starts jerking against me and her breasts press up on my pecs, sticking to them until I can feel the beat of her heart. This. This is what men should live for. Not crime. Not status. Not money.
Because nothing can compare to having a soft little ballerina in my arms, frantically milking my raging cock. Whatever there is that’s inside of her; I can feel it call to me. The echoes of her femininity drum in my whole body, pounding against me both whipping and soothingly.
Before I claimed her, I thought that she was mine. Now I know that she is and I clasp her like she’s precious freight, rising with her in my arms and she keeps whimpering that I need to kiss her. Anything to please my woman and I kiss the hell out of her, kicking the double doors open that adjoin to my bedroom and we fall upon the bed.
Her hair fans over the sheet, making her look like a siren and our bodies wriggle, causing a magnetic friction. She’s absorbed me and I have absorbed her. More comfortable around me now, her small hips pump against me and her cheeks blush when I take over, bouncing her on me, the expression in her eyes turning stunned.
She is obscenely tight, the wet sounds coming from her, making an unbearable thirst flare in my throat and I know that no matter how many times I take her, I will always end up desperate for more. When she comes, she comes like electricity is ripping through her body and I wrap her hair around my wrist, pulling her lips to mine to catch the quakes both in her mouth and pussy. I erupt inside of her with a bellow that rings in my ears long afterwards.
Spent and with my load, deeply tucked away in my dancer, I pull her to me, kissing her but her eyes are already closed, her lips unmovable underneath mine. She is exhausted and her wishing me good night comes out as a slur before her eyes flutter and she falls asleep. I push her up on me, feeling her relax on my body and I stroke her hair, telling myself I’m never letting her go.
We wake up in the same position with that same thought still in my head. Her fingers bristle through the hair on my chest and when she catches me looking at her, she blushes, about to pull away,
“Sorry, I shouldn’t overstay my welcome...” she murmurs but I pin down her arms and hands and she looks up at me in surprise. She desperately tries to control her breathing but her body is about as powerless around me as mine is around her.
“What are you doing?” she whispers and looking into her eyes I know that I will do whatever it takes just to be able to live a whole life with her by my side.
“Not letting you go.” My answer is grave and I sink my body down on hers, watching for signs of discomfort but she doesn’t give any and my heart jolts when she wraps her legs around me.
“You’re not?”